"For some reason I thought you'd have good taste in alcohol," Izzy muses aloud, tipping his head to the side slightly and taking a breath and exxhale.

Oh fuck, he hadn't felt it at first but he is.. wow, yeah he is drunk.

"Or do you lot in the midlands just lick lamps and that."

It is meant to be banter, but you never know. They're both Mean (gay trait tm) so it could go either way and he is feeling a hell of a lost looser with himself than he has since he arrived.

"Because now I have to have one and I'm going to very willingly pin it on you for everyone."